When Julian entered the house, the first thing he noticed was Willow curled up on the sofa. A light blanket draped over her legs as she watched TV, her cheeks puffed like a chipmunk's as she nibbled on snacks.
He walked over, intending to ask her about the past four years of her life. But when he reached her, the words caught in his throat.
Willow tilted her head, looking up at him as he blocked her view of the screen. She sat up slightly, reaching out to touch his forehead.
"No fever. Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
Julian sat down on the edge of the table behind him, meeting her gaze.
"Is it good?"
Willow picked up the snacks beside her and offered them to him. "Delicious! Try some."
Julian glanced briefly at the snacks before turning his attention back to her.
"When you
